Letra
Ver letra con acordes
This is from the live version,
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
[Verse 1]
Where the grasses grow, And the waters flow, In a free and easy way
But give me enough, Of the rare ol stuff, That s made near Galway Bay
Come goughers all, From Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we ll give em the slip,And we ll take a sip, Of the rare ol mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 2]
There s a neat little still At the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell
That there s poteen brewin nearby
For it fills the air, With a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you
And it s home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 3]
Now learned men, Who use the pen, Have written your praises high
Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That s made from wheat and rye
So, Away with yer pills, It ll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
Nice and easy chords, grand fun to play
and gets anyone listening to you wondering
what the a skideri-diddle-dum is, as they sing along.
As always any mistakes are mine
- flatwound -
THE RARE OLD MOUNTAIN DEW
[Verse 1]
Where the grasses grow, And the waters flow, In a free and easy way
But give me enough, Of the rare ol stuff, That s made near Galway Bay
Come goughers all, From Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
And we ll give em the slip,And we ll take a sip, Of the rare ol mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 2]
There s a neat little still At the foot of the hill
Where the smoke curls up to the sky
By the whiff and the smell, You can plainly tell
That there s poteen brewin nearby
For it fills the air, With a perfume rare, And betwixt both me and you
And it s home we go, With a pint or bowl, Or a bucket full a mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
[Verse 3]
Now learned men, Who use the pen, Have written your praises high
Of the rare poteen, From Ireland green, That s made from wheat and rye
So, Away with yer pills, It ll cure all ills, Be ya, Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off yer coat, And grease yer throat, With a bucketfull of mountain dew
[Chorus]
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-ey-day
Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-diddle-dum, Skideri-um--di, A-diddle-dum-day